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Debbie’s Rape

						By: Oral Pleasure 4 U

Chapter I

It was a few weeks after school started. We – that would be Natasha, her mother Sue, and myself – I’m Barry – had just finished a superb dinner that I had BBQ’d. It was a late afternoon on Friday, and we were looking forward to a relaxing weekend.

Natasha had just turned 15, she is an African-American – and proud of it! She is also a stone-cold fox: flawless, light ebony skin, matching her brown eyes, hair done in cornrows – by her mom (Sue has done a superb job in teaching Natasha her heritage!). Perky breasts, ‘C’ cup – perfect hand size; her nipples are very sensitive, reaching arousal easily! She has long, shapely legs leading to an exquisite ass and a beautiful, shaved pussy – also easily excitable!

Sue, her mother, is also a stone-cold fox. A Caucasian at age 38, she is a natural blond - not showing any gray yet – bright blue eyes, fair skin. She stands about 5’7”, with gorgeous breasts – the areolas are very light colored, indicating that she has never been pregnant. She has a flat tummy, and, like Natasha, has long, shapely legs leading to an exquisite ass and a beautiful shaved pussy – she worked as a stripper until my arrival. Sue and her ex-husband adopted Natasha at birth (you will need to read The Re-Education of Natasha for that story!). Sue’s ex is still in the picture as he takes his responsibilities seriously.

Me? I’m just your average Joe. I’m semi-retired, having twice lost my computer technology job to the current off-shoring craze that the so-called American companies are now practicing (Remember when the slogan was ‘Buy American’? Y’all haven’t heard that in a while, have you?). I now spend my time managing some good investments that I had made over the years, and in enjoying my new hobby: I am an unlicensed consultant, specializing in pre- to young-teens. I’m not breaking the law in this area, as I do not charge fees for my services. I don’t need the money, plus I’m good at it, having real-world experience…

I’m 57, 5’8”, Caucasian, a bit overweight for my size. I am working on that, though. Brown hair (full head) and eyes, moustache just starting to show gray (I’m fortunate in that area, also – at my age!).

Sue and I are engaged to marry.

“Barry,” Sue began, “As you cooked all of tonight’s dinner on the BBQ, why don’t you and Natasha take Bandit for a walk? There’s not much to cleanup, plus, I could use some alone time.”

“OK, Sweetheart – we’ll take our time. You do know that I love you?” as I gave her a peck on her forehead.

“Yes, as I love you.”

Natasha and I went to get Bandit, who, as soon as she saw her leash, went into excite mode. She loves her walks!

We live in a semi-affluent area with walking and horse trails, parks, schools working with the park commission, and popular lakes in either direction. The walking trails connect the lakes, and, in the future, are to connect with the bay-area walking trails – natural habitats are paramount in this area.

We started on the walking trail, me holding Bandit’s leash with one hand – she’s a large and powerful dog - she could easily send Natasha sprawling if she spotted a squirrel or another furry critter that would need chastising simply because it was on her trail. Natasha and I were holding hands, patiently waiting as Bandit sniffed the ‘news’ at various locations. What would normally be a 20-minute walk could take an hour…

It was at one of these ‘news’ locations that we heard a faint whimper – the sound apparently came from a clump of bushes about 30 feet off of the trail.

Bandit’s ears immediately went forward, and she started to drag me in the direction of the sound. As I was struggling to hold Bandit back, Natasha parted a branch and immediately gasped in horror; her hand going to her mouth.

“Dad!”

She disappeared in the brush as I tied Bandit to a young sapling.

I parted the branches so that I could see what was the source of the whimper. A young girl, about 12 or 13, was lying there, crying softly. Her clothes had been apparently ripped from her body; she had been brutally beaten and was bleeding from several wounds. Her legs were a bit askew – enough for me to realize that she had been raped.

Natasha was holding one of the young girl’s hands to her mouth, as tears were rolling down her face. As I reached for the girl, she cowered toward Natasha, in fear. I immediately pulled back. “Please don’t be afraid of me – we’re going to help.”

Natasha added, “You’re safe – please don’t be afraid. My name is Natasha; this is my dad. His name is Barry. You may have heard of him…”

The girl replied, “I have seen you on campus – I know of you and your dad.” She turned to me, “Please…”

“Don’t worry,” I responded, as I flipped out my cell. “I’m calling 911 now –“

“No!” was her immediate response. “I don’t want them to see me like this!”

I looked at her in surprise. “What about your parents?”

“Them, either! I know that eventually, you will have to call. Please – I don’t want anyone to see me in this condition. I would be embarrassed for the police to see me – and I’m afraid that this would shock my parents!”

“Will you help me?” she pleaded.

“Will you allow me to take you to medical help?” I asked. “I’m affiliated somewhat with the women’s clinic – I know that you will be well taken care of.”

“Yes, that would be OK. After they’ve cleaned me up, I can face the world. I just don’t want my parents to see me in this horrible condition or place.”

“This place isn’t horrible – in fact, it’s quite beautiful. You have simply had a very bad experience here – through no fault of your own. I hope, with your parents help and with Natasha, that I will be able to bring the beauty of this area back to you.”

She smiled – Damn! That was a welcome sight!

“OK. I’m going to jog home with my dog and put her away. I’ll get transportation, and be back in a few moments. Natasha will stay with you – you are safe.

“Natasha? I want you to stay with her. Please comfort her and be quiet! I don’t want anyone else on the trail to discover the two of you at this time. However, if the perpetrators should return – and I doubt if they will – scream bloody murder!

“Also, I want you both to remain perfectly still – there is a ton of evidence for the police to collect,” as I pointed to the torn clothes, footprints, and other evidence.

“OK, Dad.” was her only response. She wasn’t frightened. I knew that this young lady was in good hands!

* * * * *

I chirped Sue. “Sue, we ran into a bit of trouble on the trail. I’m jogging home – leaving Natasha with a young girl who has been seriously injured.

“Please have the garage door open – I’ll be there momentarily! And get the Lexus ready to go – I’ll deliver Bandit to you, and take off immediately. I – we’ll call you as soon as we can!”

On my arrival, the garage door was open and the Lexus was running.

I handed Bandit’s leash to her. She had a look of concern on her face. “Natasha?”

“She’s fine. I left her with the girl – she has been beaten and raped. Natasha’s comforting her – I, myself, couldn’t do a better job. I don’t believe that she is in any danger, however, I want to get back to her ASAP.

“The girl doesn’t want the authorities notified at this time – she even nixed her parents. I’m taking her to the clinic. Natasha or I will call you from there…”

I gave her a quick brush on the lips, and told her how much I love her and Natasha. I then took off.

I pulled up to the closest location to the crime scene and hopped out, popping open the trunk as I did so. I grabbed a first aid kit, and then tore open a blanket that I keep in a sealed plastic bag for emergencies, and grabbed a roll of yellow caution tape. I then ran to the bush. Everything was as I had left; both girls were as I had left them – perhaps a bit calmer as Natasha had stopped crying and the young lady had comforted herself by placing her head in Natasha’s lap – a sign of trust.

I extended my hand to her, palm up – she took it this time, with a small smile.

“I’m going to take a quick look at your body - I’m looking for broken bones and/or wounds that may need immediate attention.”

“Do you think that you have any broken bones?” Natasha asked.

“No. I just hurt all over.

“I think that I can move out of the bush, but I know that I won’t be able to walk to your car…”

“OK. Let me check you over before we attempt to move you.”

With Natasha’s help, I checked her over – I didn’t find any obvious broken bones – or any wounds that would require immediate attention. She was bloody – and dirty, but that can be fixed later.

Natasha helped me raise her to her feet, where she was able to take a few tentative steps out of the bush. “I don’t think I can go any further,” she stated.

“That’s OK,” I said. “You’ve done fine!” as I was now able to wrap the blanket around her, giving her a sense of security and privacy.

“Natasha, I have a roll of caution tape. Please wrap it around the brush, in at least three layers. This will help preserve the scene for the police. Please be careful – there may be evidence outside of the brush. Please do not disturb any such evidence. We may need to show how we attempted to preserve the crime scene.

“I will carry the girl to the car…”

“My name is Debbie.”

I smiled. She is coherent!

“OK, Debbie!” as I gave her a kiss on her forehead. “I’m going to carry you to the car while Natasha attempts to preserve the scene.”

I had just finished placing Debbie into the back seat and strapping her in when Natasha climbed in, tossing the remains of the caution tape on the floor.

“Natasha,” I said, “Please close your door, and then sit in the center, using the lap belt. I need you to help keep Debbie upright.” I really knew that she would comfort Debbie – which is what I really wanted her to do.

As I climbed into the driver’s seat, I said, “We’ll be at the clinic in ten minutes!” It was a 15-minute ride, but I knew, baring police interference (which I would ignore!), that I could make it in ten…

Sue had apparently called the clinic, letting them know I was bringing in an emergency case as everything was in readiness on our arrival.

The receptionist left her desk as I entered the door, carrying Debbie, and ushered us into an examination room.

The nurse, on noticing our arrival, ran to get the doctor, before coming to our room.

Doctor Marcy, as she first examined Debbie, barked, “Get me my police evidence kit!”

* * * * *

“Honey, I’m Dr. Marcy. My nurse, Marie, will be in shortly to assist me-“

“I want Natasha to help…”

The doctor smiled. “I know Natasha very well, and Barry, too. I will be proud to have Natasha help.” She turned to Natasha. “Please wash your hands very, very well, and then put on the latex gloves.”

“I’m going to inspect your body for any wounds or injuries that may need immediate medical attention –“

“Barry already did that, before he moved me.”

“Knowing Barry as I do, I was sure that he had. But I need to make sure. While I have you in various positions, I will take Polaroid photos of you for the police. Please don’t be concerned about the pictures – I interned as a lab technician for the police department before taking over this clinic.

“Good, Natasha has returned. Natasha, will you and Marie please help me move her, then hold her in that position while I take the pictures?”

I stood in the corner, out of the way. I was impressed with Dr. Marcy’s professionalism – explaining to Debbie every move she made and why. She took several photos, labeling each with date, time, area of the body pictured, what the picture was intended to show, using medical terms. She signed each one and placed them into an evidence bag.

After she filled out the label, she signed it, and then turned to look at me. Knowing what she wanted, I went to her, taking the pen from her hand. I read the label, noting that it was properly filled out, and that the date and time were correct. I initialed the witness line and put the pen down.

“You knew what I wanted?” she inquired.

“I used to be a cop – long, long time ago,” I responded.

Her eyebrows went up in surprise. “You never cease to amaze me, Barry!” as she turned back to her patient.

“Debbie, I’m going to take some samples of various items off of and from your body. With DNA technology, the police hopefully will be able to ID the people-“

“It was two men and one female. The men put their pe-“

“Shh! You don’t need to tell me what they did, Sweetheart!”

“Then the woman rubbed her stinking pussy all over my face!”

“OK, Honey, I don’t want you to tell me any more. You’re going to re-live this enough. Save your story for the police. OK?”

She nodded, and smiled her thanks.

“Don’t worry – we will get you cleaned up!”

The doctor spent some time on her face, swabbing, and then putting the swabs in separate evidence bags. She had me initial each as a witness as to where the sample had been taken.

The doctor held up a swab on a long stick, so that Debbie could see it. “Honey, I’m going to swab the inside of your mouth. The purpose of this is to obtain a sample so that the lab technicians can determine your DNA. That way, if any of the evidence I obtain from you turns out to be yours; the police will know to disregard it. OK?”

“Yes,” she replied.

After the doctor finished and bagged that swab, she turned to Debbie. “Sweetheart, the next thing I need to do will be very uncomfortable for you. I need to get samples from your, um, private parts. At the same time, I will be collecting samples so that I can run preliminary tests for the possibility of STD’s.”

Debbie nodded, holding Natasha’s hand even tighter.

“Debbie, you’re doing just fine!” as Natasha comforted her.

The doctor proceeded with this unpleasant task, muttering, “I’m sorry!” after every whimper, grunt, or sharp intake of breath made by Debbie.

Natasha started whispering in her ear, and the frequency of the whimpers soon went down.

Finally, the doctor finished, bagging the evidence, and putting the lab samples in another bag before ringing for the receptionist. When she arrived, the doctor handed her the lab bag, saying, “Get this to the lab STAT! Tell them to drop whatever they are doing now and to run the complete early spectrum for STD’s. I want a full report before this young lady leaves here tonight!

“Debbie, I’m now going to clean and dress your wounds. Please don’t worry too much about the size of some of the bandages or the amount of ointment I may apply – doctors are famous for overdoing it in this area – this is one area where ‘more IS better!’”

That brought a smile to Debbie’s face – I’m sure she would have giggled under different circumstances.

It took her almost a full 30 minutes to complete this task. As she stepped away, stripping her latex gloves from her hands, I asked, “Debbie, is it OK for me to notify the police and your parents now?”

“Barry, can you hold off for another few minutes, please?” the doctor asked. “I want to run her through a few douche bags first – it may get messy.”

“What’s a douche bag?” came from Debbie.

“Good question, Sweetheart – one that I’m glad you asked. Here, let me show you…”

The doctor produced a bag and explained its use, including the application tip. “Ordinarily, a woman has no problem being douched – in fact, many have their own bags at home. In your case, however, your sensitive parts have been badly abused – you may experience some discomfort, but the discomfort will not be as bad as when I was obtaining samples from those same areas.

“The solution is warm, soothing, and designed to cleanse. In addition, I have designed my own ‘douche room’ – for lack of a better word. I may patent it soon. It will do one or both areas at the same time, and I simply need to select the amount of solution to use and pressure – something that manual douche bags lack. It is much quicker than douching manually, plus I have designed a seat that will greatly reduce the amount of mess that usually occurs. This reduces the cleanup time!

“Natasha and Marie will assist you. OK?”

She nodded, wanting badly to clean herself.

The doctor turned to me. “When she returns from the douche room, you may contact the authorities and her parents. Marie and Natasha will start to clean her up, giving her a sponge bath first, using a disinfectant soap. She will then undergo an alcohol bath. 

“I’m going to prepare my reports – I will return.”

* * * * *

When Debbie returned, she looked much more relaxed. As Natasha and Marie started to clean her, I started, “Debbie…”

She looked at me, and said, “It’s OK, Barry. You may make your calls now. I also want to thank you now as both you and Natasha brought me down from a heightened sense of fear to realizing that the vast majority of people do care…”

I smiled. “Thanks, Debbie. That means a lot to us.

“I’m going to call a police detective acquaintance of mine – I’m not going to go through the normal 911 channels. This man helped Natasha and I through a difficult experience of her own. We trust each other.

“Then I will call your parents. What is the name and number?” I asked.

“My father’s name is Max – I’ll give you his cell as I was to be home several hours ago. I’m sure he is frantically combing the neighborhood before resorting to authorities.”

She gave me the number. I made my calls, starting with Detective Frank, head of the sexual assault department, first.

When he answered, I said, “Hello, Detective. This is Barry.”

“Uh-oh – I don’t think I’m going to like this…”

“I know you won’t,” as I proceeded to explain the circumstances for my call.

He interrupted me after my explaining how we had found Debbie. “Please describe the exact location – we need to seal the scene.”

I gave him that information, adding that we had placed yellow caution tape around the area. “Hang on a minute,” he said.

I knew that he was on to dispatch immediately, ordering a patrol officer to locate and secure the scene. Within a few seconds, I heard the distinctive wail of a siren approaching, and then turning in the direction of our neighborhood.

Detective Frank returned. “OK, I have a patrol officer on the way to secure the scene. I have also ordered our mobile lab to the area, knowing that you’ve done your best to preserve evidence.

“Where are you and the victim now?”

“We’re at the women’s clinic. She refused to allow me to notify the authorities or her parents until she was, um, more presentable.”

“Understood. I know Dr. Marcy – she’s worked with us before with victims that were ashamed or otherwise unwilling to admit that they had to endure such a violent crime.

“We’ll be there in 15.”

“Please bring your partner, Detective Marsha.”

“That’s a gimme,” before he broke the connection.

I then called Max. I swear, he answered before the first ring stopped. “Yes? Debbie?”

“Unfortunately, no, Max. My name is Barry. My daughter and I found Debbie on the trail earlier this evening. She has been – hurt. She refused to allow me to contact either you or the authorities until she was more presentable. We are at the women’s clinic…”

“We’ll be right there!”

* * * * * 

Max and his wife, Carmen, arrived within 15 minutes, followed closely by Detectives Frank and Marsha.

Natasha and Marie had just completed her final cleanup, and Debbie was sitting up, with Natasha holding her.

Debbie looked a thousand times better than when we found her, but she was covered in bandages and darkening bruises, some starting to swell.  “Mom! Dad!” she exclaimed as they entered the room.  

They both rushed to embrace her. “My poor baby! What happened?” They then noticed that the room was crowded. “Who are y’all?” they inquired.

Natasha took the imitative. “My name is Natasha. It was my dad, Barry, and I who found Debbie. We brought her here. The couple that followed you in are Detectives Frank and Marsha. Detective Frank is head of the sexual assault department for the police department.

“This is Nurse Marie. Dr. Marcy is finalizing lab tests and reports. She will be in momentarily to give you a complete report on Debbie’s condition.”

Carmen had brought a hand to her mouth, with a sharp intake of breath.

I stepped forward. “Yes, Debbie has been brutally beaten and raped. We don’t have her complete story yet as Natasha and I were more interested in getting her medical attention first,” I stated, hopefully taking the heat from Debbie.

“Debbie is a brave young lady – she co-operated fully with the medical staff here while they collected scientific evidence and treated her for her wounds.

“I – we – didn’t want Debbie to re-live what happened a thousand times. We felt that it would be more beneficial if she related her story just once to the police, while you are here.”

Just then, Dr. Marcy entered, introducing herself as she did so. “OK. I know everyone in the room except you two,” indicating Debbie’s parents. “I assume that you are her parents?”

“Yes.” Was the combined response.

“OK. First, I want to let all of you and Debbie know that, physically, she will be all right. Her injuries look worse than they are.”

She turned to Debbie. “Sweetheart, I know that you don’t consider yourself lucky at this point, but I want you to realize just how lucky you are. It could have been much worse. You are lucky that Barry and Natasha came upon you when they did, and, more importantly, you are lucky that it was them who did!

“I can heal your body. Barry can heal you mentally and emotionally.” She looked at Debbie, and then her parents. “Please consider having Barry and Natasha help.”

“We can second that request,” stated Detective Frank.

I stepped back, as Dr. Marcy gave her complete report on what had happened to Debbie, her findings (so far, no STD’s!), and giving the detectives the evidence bags, all properly completed.

“The only thing is the blanket that Debbie was wrapped in when Barry brought her in. I didn’t have a big enough bag for that,” as she indicated a neatly folded blanket on the corner of the desk.

“I can testify that it was a sterilized blanket, sealed before I opened it for use,” I said.

“Do you still have the packaging?” asked Detective Frank.

“Yes. It is in my trunk,” I replied.

“OK. We’ll collect that and put both in the proper evidence box on our way out.

“I’ll have another evidence kit delivered to you tomorrow morning, Doctor, as it appears that you have almost depleted this one.

“Debbie, are you ready to tell us what happened? You don’t have to be too specific right now – we just want to know the basics – the information will be broadcast, and hopefully, with the evidence we collect at the crime scene, we’ll be able to catch the people that did this…

“Detective Marsha and myself will drop by your house in the morning for a more detailed report.”

Debbie, being the trooper that she is, gave a very good accounting of what occurred.

When she finished, Dr. Marcy came to me with two swabs. “You know I have to do this,” she said.

“What is it, Dad?” asked Natasha.

“The police want samples to establish our DNA,” I replied. “The police know that we weren’t involved in the crime, but some of the DNA samples collected from Debbie and from the crime scene may very well be ours. That way, they know to disregard any of our samples found.

“As you are a minor, you have the right to specify that this sample is to be used only for this case. However, keeping your sample open may help you in the future, maybe to identify you in case anything ever happened…”

“Harrumph! I have no intention of ever committing a crime in my lifetime!” she exclaimed. “Detective, you may keep my sample open!”

I smiled at her. “I’ll go first, so you can see what is involved.”

As the doctor was collecting Natasha’s sample, I called Sue to let her know that we will be home soon, but I indicated that Natasha might be spending the night with Debbie.

“Max, Carmen,” I started, as I handed them a card, “Natasha and I have already established a rapport with Debbie. I think that we can help her – and the two of you, also. Will you allow us to continue?”

Max studied the card I had given him. “I have heard of you. And judging from Debbie’s apparent reliance on Natasha, I would want you to continue.”

“Good. I think that Natasha should spend the night with Debbie – if that would be all right with you. We can discuss a plan of action in the morning.”

They both nodded assent.

“Excellent! I’ll drop Natasha by after she has picked up some clothes and toiletries.”

After the detectives left, Doctor Marcy turned to Debbie, who was still being held by Natasha. Debbie’s mother, Carmen, was on her other side, comforting her. Max had a hand on his daughter’s shoulder, showing support.

“Honey,” started the doctor, “I need to explain some medication and procedures that I have ordered for you to you and your parents.

“First, this medication is a mild painkiller,” as she handed a package to Carmen. “I have already given you a shot for pain, so please don’t take any more tonight. This medication is ‘only if you need it.’ If you do need it, you may take one in the morning, but no more than two in one day.

“This second medication will help you sleep. It is compatible with the painkillers. Take just one before going to bed, but, again, only if you feel that you need it.

“The third medication is an anti-biotic. The shot I gave you earlier contained some of this same stuff. Starting tomorrow morning, take three a day – breakfast, lunch, and dinner – and continue until it is all gone.

“This forth medication is important – it will ease some discomfort when you do a BM. When do you usually do a BM, and are you fairly regular with it?” she asked.

“Usually in the morning, and, yes, as my mother makes sure that I eat right, I am regular.”

“OK, that’s good. Take one capsule before going to bed each night, including tonight. What it will do is soften your stool. Your anus has been abused and was torn in a couple of places. Be very gentle when wiping yourself clean – use lots of toilet paper. You may need to flush several times to keep from clogging your toilet. You may also see bits or specks of blood – don’t be concerned at this point. When the tissue shows clean after wiping, then put some Vaseline on a clean tissue and wipe the area delicately – you don’t want to stain your undies. In fact, you should probably wear old undies for at least a week.

“Debbie, I want to see you again on Monday – to make sure that an infection has not set in.”

After Debbie and her parents indicated that they understood the directions, the doctor let them leave. She had given Debbie a hospital type of gown to wear for the trip home. Natasha and I hung back a moment.

“Thank you, Doctor,” I started. “I appreciate your attentiveness and professionalism. I am impressed.”

“Every time I see a case like this, I want to cry!” she said, allowing me to wrap an arm around her and comfort her. “It takes a real animal to do this to an innocent little girl!”

She sobbed gently on my shoulder for a few minutes, and then pulled back. “Thanks. It is a pleasure to finally meet you, but I do wish it were under different circumstances.”

“Me, too,” as Natasha and I left.

We had to pass by the crime scene on our way home – the area was well lit with floodlight trailers, the mobile lab was still there, and several police cars were present, including the detectives’ car. There was a small crowd of the curious milling around across the street.

The story would be all over the neighborhood by morning, and through the schools by Monday morning. “We’ll have to warn Debbie and her parents, and prepare them,” I said.

Natasha nodded. “Sad, isn’t it?” she replied.

Chapter II

Sue and I arrived at Debbie’s house the following morning around 9:00. Carmen opened the door after we rang the doorbell.

I introduced Sue as Carmen ushered us into the kitchen. “Coffee?” she asked.

We both nodded acceptance.

As Carmen poured our coffee, Max joined us at the table. “The girls are still sleeping,” he said. “They look so content, in each other’s arms.”

We got up to sneak a peek into Debbie’s room. Natasha was completely nude. “I swear she put on a nightgown last night!” Carmen stated.

Sue smiled. “She has always disliked clothes – especially night clothes.”

Just then, Natasha smiled. “Good morning, all!”

“I’m sorry!” exclaimed Carmen. “Did we wake you?”

“No. We’ve been awake for a while. We were just enjoying each other’s company and getting to know each other.”

Debbie smiled, and with a grimace, turned over. “Good morning, Mom, Dad.”

“Hi,” she said to me, and then turned to Sue.

“She’s my mother,” said Natasha. “Her name is Sue.”

Sue went to her, kneeling at her side. “Hi, Debbie. How are you doing?”

“Thanks to Natasha, I am coping. I am stiff and sore, however. I hope that will improve as I move around…”

“She didn’t require a sleeping pill last night. It is still on the dresser.” Looking at Carmen, “You may want to put it in a safe place.”

“Yes,” Carmen replied. “Debbie, do you want a pain pill?”

“No. I will try to tough it out…”

“I know what may help,” Natasha said. “How about a nice, warm bubble bath?”

Debbie smiled. “That sounds sooo good!”

“I’ll get the towels and bubbles for you. Natasha, will you help Debbie?” inquired Carmen.

“Yes, of course.”

As Natasha rose to help Debbie out of bed, both Max and Carmen noticed her birth control patch – at the same time, so did Debbie.

“What’s that?” Debbie asked. “Did you hurt yourself helping me yesterday?”

“No, Sweetie. It’s a birth control patch,” Natasha replied, not giving any further explanation at that time.

Natasha and Debbie went into the bathroom, where they both completed their morning business before Natasha started drawing water for the bath. Us four adults retreated to the kitchen, to our neglected coffee cups.

“Barry,” began Max, “Is Natasha sexually active?”

“That is a question that I would prefer Natasha to answer.

“You will find out very shortly that Natasha has certain beliefs – mainly nudity. She feels that without any clothes on, there can be no secretes – nothing hidden, no lies.

“It is a philosophy that both Sue and I endorse.”

Max studied the two of us. “Fair enough,” he said.

We chitchatted until the girls emerged from the bath. Both were dry – and still nude.

Natasha lead Debbie to a bar stool. “I had to remove her bandages for the bath,” she said. “I need to apply new ones…” It was obvious that the bubble bath had helped Debbie to loosen up and ease some of her discomfort.

Carmen got up to help. When they finished, Natasha came and sat in my lap, putting her head on my shoulder. Debbie stayed with her mother.

Natasha started, looking at Max. “We heard your question concerning my sexual activity. Yes, I am active. I am active with both my dad and my mother. I also was active with the boy who had hurt me on my first time – although we have now parted ways. It was this experience that brought Barry into my and my mother’s lives. He helped me overcome the issue, and also helped the boy and his friends so that the same issue would not be repeated. (Please refer to The Re-Education of Natasha.)

“I am not promiscuous, nor do I engage in ‘sex.’ My dad taught me to make love – and that is what I do. Both my dad and my mother respect my decisions, and I have yet to fail them.

“I will tell you the story about my first time – although it was not rape, it is close to Debbie’s experience. It is a long story, so, perhaps a bit later?”

Both Max and Carmen were impressed with Natasha’s candor. “Yes, we appreciate your honesty.”

“In addition,” continued Natasha, “I was involved in the near rape of one of my friends (Please refer to Natasha’s Party) and in helping a young lady involved in that same incident who has become a very good friend. It is that experience that makes my dad believe that I can be of assistance here.”

“I’m proud of my daughter – we have never discussed this issue. I believe that she would be instrumental in Debbie’s incident even if she didn’t have experience. Natasha is that intelligent!

“What I propose to do is to educate Debbie – and the two of you – to recognize Debbie’s sexuality. We also want both of you to recognize your own sexuality.

“From now on, Debbie is going to be sexually active – rape, abuse, be damned. The perverts that did this to Debbie woke a sleeping desire in her. She is going to demand satisfaction.

“Please let Natasha and I help her so that she will make the correct decisions, enabling her to enjoy her future.”

“Please, Mom, Dad…” implored Debbie. “I really feel good with Natasha…”

Max and Carmen conferred for a moment. “OK, Sweetheart – we, too, feel safe with Barry and Natasha. We’ll continue.”

“OK, girls,” as I wanted to remind them, “Detectives Frank and Marsha will be here soon. Perhaps you should think about making yourselves more presentable?”

They both ran off to Debbie’s bedroom, Debbie a bit slower than Natasha.

* * * * *

I looked at both Max and Carmen. “What I propose is to not start in with Debbie very heavy for right now. I would like Natasha to spend the next couple of nights with her – I believe that she has an appointment with Dr. Marcy on Monday?”

“Yes, that is right,” replied Carmen. “To insure that an infection has not set in.”

“I hope that appointment is in the morning – wild horses will not be able to keep Natasha from going with the two of you,” I said, with a smile.

“Yes, it is – but doesn’t Natasha have to go to school?”

“Natasha is in the gifted program. She doesn’t need to report until midday,” I replied. “By Monday evening, I think that Debbie will be alright here with just the two of you – we’ll play that by ear.

“Max, I think that you should return to your normal daily schedule on Monday.

“Carmen, you don’t work outside of the house, correct?”

“No.”

“OK, good. Your schedule will change slightly. Natasha, on Tuesday morning, will come for a few hours and start a sexual education course that I have designed for both you and Debbie. I DO want you involved – it will be more meaningful to Debbie if you are.

“Natasha will leave for school around 11:00 AM, and return right after school lets out. If you or Debbie would give her a list of her teachers, she will stop by Debbie’s school and pick up any assignments. The two of them will work together on their schoolwork until your normal dinnertime, where I will come to pick up Natasha. We don’t want Debbie to get behind in her schoolwork.

“I will come by each day during the morning session to check progress and interact with Debbie.

“Any questions?” I asked.

“Yes, I have one,” started Carmen. “Why do you want me in the morning sessions?”

“Well, as I mentioned earlier, it would mean a great deal to Debbie. She will know that no one is trying to feed her any myths or false information. In addition, she will know that what we are doing is teaching her the truth, and not some pornographic BS.

“Secondly, you’re to instruct Max on everything that you may have learned during the session. OK?”

“Now, I have a question,” Max said. “Why must I return to work and my normal schedule on Monday? I feel that my presence would be beneficial, too.”

“Good question. It would be beneficial – to you. We need you to put on a normal appearance to the public. Your quality time with Debbie is in the evening, after dinner. She needs to be loved, by a male. I don’t mean sexually – right now, just convey the feeling of security, caring, and affection. These are qualities she was deprived of yesterday afternoon when she was attacked.

“I also need to let the two of you know that the media is going to bombard you merciless for the next week or so. When Natasha and I passed by the crime scene last night on our way home, there was quite a crowd present. 

“I suspect that by noon today, the story will be around the neighborhood, and by Monday morning, all three schools. An educated guess will be made as to who the victim is.

“Once the neighbors and Debbie’s friends know that you are seeking help from Natasha and myself, they will quiet down, and give you the respect of privacy. However, the media has consistently proven a lack of respect. They want to sell newspapers and airtime.

“I want you to place a note on your front door explaining that no interviews will be granted until further notice. Ask them, politely, to respect the family’s privacy. Put the same message on your answering machine and screen your calls. Family and friends will be naturally concerned – return their calls, you may tell them that your family is coping, and progress is being made. You may even inform them of what the progress is, if given permission by Detective Frank to release that information.

“If any of the media violate your request, call the police and file a trespass/harassment charge against the person and the establishment that employs that person. Some of these reporters will be freelancers – filing a lawsuit against them will force them to back off.”

Max and Carmen looked at each other. “We’re impressed. Thank you.”

* * * * *

The detectives arrived at that point.

 Debbie and Natasha emerged from the bedroom, dressed simply.

After the small pleasantries were exchanged, Detective Frank smiled at Debbie. “How are you doing today?” he asked.

“Better. Natasha, Barry, and especially my parents have been very helpful and supportive. And I think I have a new friend in Sue.”

That brought a smile to Sue’s face!

“Good. I think that it may please everyone involved that we have ID’d three suspects, based on the information you gave us last night and what we have been currently investigating. Once the DNA evidence collected from you and at the crime scene confirms our suspicions, we’ll pick these animals up and throw away the key!”

“Are you saying, Detective, that there have been similar incidents in this area recently?” I asked.

“Umm, not quite, Barry. And I understand your concern. There have been incidents involving 2 males and 1 female in different parts of the city – each being handled by different investigators.

“It took your call to me last night to bring these investigators together to compare notes. Also, this case is the only one where evidence was not destroyed by the victim in showering or cleaning herself before that evidence could be collected and preserved.

“Your knowledge in police procedures has helped the cause tremendously.”

Detective Frank then told Debbie that Detective Marsha will interview her. “She is going to ask for explicit details, please be as graphic as you can possibly be.

“I will interview Barry and Natasha as to what exactly occurred up to finding you, preserving the scene, and then getting you to medical help.”

“OK,” I said, “but I want Debbie’s parents present with her. I then turned to Debbie. “If you feel at all uncomfortable, ask for a break and come get me or Natasha. You have that right.”

She nodded, and then asked if Sue could also be with her.

They then headed off to the family room with Detective Marsha and her parents. Detective Frank, Natasha, and myself went to the living room.

The interview took a grueling two hours. I knew it had to – they were preparing a case and following the guidelines for a worst-case scenario.

The detectives thanked us for our cooperation, telling Natasha, Debbie and her parents that they were troopers, and that they really appreciated my involvement. “Thanks to all of you, we will have an air-tight case once the perpetrators have been officially ID’d.”

After they left, I asked the girls, “Anyone for Ben & Jerry’s?”

Stupid question…

Chapter III

Natasha and Debbie were inseparable the entire weekend, getting to know each other.

On Sunday morning, as Carmen was preparing breakfast, she asked, “Natasha, our family usually attends church on Sundays. Will you join us?”

“I, too, usually go to church with my mother and grandmother. My dad – although he believes, is not very religious.

“I don’t think that Debbie is ready to face the world. I will stay here, with her – you two go ahead and go. It will give you a chance to pray, and, perhaps, have a little talk with your clergy.”

She smiled. “Natasha, I don’t know what we would do without you!” She came and gave Natasha a big hug of appreciation.

After breakfast was over, Carmen started to get up to clean the dishes. Natasha stopped her, saying, “Why don’t the two of you get ready for church – Debbie and I will clean the kitchen while you’re gone. It will give us something to do…”

After Max and Carmen left for church, the girls started to clean the kitchen, chatting normal girl talk, laughing at jokes, and giggling.

After about three hours, Debbie came to Natasha, “Where are my parents? We’re usually only gone for about two hours, unless we go out for lunch…”

“Not to worry, Sweetheart. I’m betting that they are with clergy, asking why you. They’re holding hands and praying, asking for guidance. They are OK, and will probably be home shortly.

“Are you hungry? Do you like toasted cheese sandwiches?”

“Yes! To both!” she responded.

Smiling, Natasha went to prepare lunch, fixing a sandwich for each, with a tall glass of cold milk.

When they finished, they both cleaned up their mess. Debbie yawned widely.

“C’mon, let’s go take a nap. It will do us good,” Natasha told Debbie.

Debbie’s parents arrived about 30 minutes later. Carmen came into Debbie’s room, saying, “We’re sor-“ before stopping abruptly, noting that Debbie was fast asleep on Natasha’s shoulder, her head just above her right breast, a hand cupping the left. Natasha had both of her arms around Debbie.

Natasha was still awake. “Shh! She’s asleep. We’re OK, we had lunch,” she whispered.

“Thank you,” she mouthed, as she backed out of the room.

* * * * *

Natasha woke about an hour later, with Debbie crying softly on her shoulder. Giving her a squeeze, she asked, “Honey! What’s wrong?”

“Those – men! for lack of a better word – took my cherry! I was saving it for someone special…”

“Debbie, no one can ‘take’ a woman’s cherry. That is the one thing that a woman has that she can give away willingly. You were not willing.”

“But they put their penises in my vagina, breaking my hymen. I bled…”

“Please don’t associate your hymen with your cherry. That is a common misconception. Your cherry is not located between your legs – it is here!” as Natasha put the palm of her hand over Debbie’s heart.

It was at this point that Natasha noticed that Debbie’s parents were standing in the doorway, having heard noises from the room. Tears were rolling down both of their faces. They smiled, and silently backed away, holding each other.

Debbie, unaware of her parents, thought about Natasha’s comment for a few moments. She rose, looking Natasha straight in the eye. “That makes perfect sense!” she said, before giving Natasha a full kiss on the lips. “Thanks!”

As they lay cuddling, Debbie asked, “Do you know to whom I want to give my cherry to?”

“Yes. Your father.”

She looked at Natasha in surprise. “How did you know?”

“Easy. I see the look on both of your faces. You love each other inexplicably. Although I don’t think that he knows yet, it will come to him soon.

“My dad and I are here to help.”

She placed her head back on my shoulder, sighing. “I love you, Natasha.”

“And I love you also.”

* * * * *

The following morning (Monday), Debbie went to her appointment with Dr. Marcy, accompanied by both her mother and Natasha.

Dr. Marcy, after checking her over very carefully, pronounced her clean – no infections. She checked Debbie’s private areas, too, and indicated that they were healing normally.

“I would like to see you again next week, though. I want to run some final tests – to make sure about STD’s, and to run a pregnancy test…”

“I think that she should be evaluated for birth control, also, Doctor,” said Natasha.

Dr. Marcy and Carmen looked at each other. “What do you think, Doctor?” Carmen asked.

“It doesn’t matter what I think,” she replied. “Nor is it your decision. What matters is what Debbie thinks – it is, after all, her body…

“I do know that Barry would have made the same recommendation. I suspect that he is testing Natasha.

“If so, she has passed with flying colors!”

“OK. Natasha, please tell me your thoughts.”

“I’m basing my recommendation on what my dad told you and Max this past Saturday – that desires have been awakened within Debbie. From past experience, I can tell you that these desires will become paramount within her – she will do anything to get satisfaction.

“Not only will birth control regulate her periods, it will also protect her against unwanted pregnancies – a plus for both her and the male involved.

“My dad’s program involves teaching her – and both you and Max – some sexual education. This education will help her to remain disease free, aided with the use of condoms. However, condoms aren’t 100% effective in preventing pregnancies. The program my dad is recommending will allow Debbie to make educated decisions about her future – and not succumb to the pressure that uneducated males will present just to get what they want.

“I’m sure that you aren’t too old to remember what it was like when you were a teenager…

“The doctor is correct – it isn’t just your decision. The final decision is Debbie’s. I’m hoping that you will back her…”

Carmen stared at her. “Damn! Are you sure you’re not 40? Maybe 45? I haven’t heard such a solid argument in years!

“Doctor, if Debbie so indicates, please do evaluate her for birth control. I have absolutely no objections!”

Chapter IV

The next morning, Natasha arrived at Debbie’s house a bit before 9:00. As soon as they saw each other, they flew into each other’s arms!

“How did last night go?” asked Natasha.

“Just fine! You prepared me very well, and my parents are very supportive. I slept the night through, without any sleeping aids or pain killers.”

“I’ll bet that you had a lot of love…”

“That goes without saying,” Debbie responded, smiling.

“Where’s Barry?” asked Carmen. “Did you walk here alone?”

“Yes, I did. My dad will be here later – he likes to be with my mother until she leaves for work.”

“Aren’t your parents concerned for your safety?”

“Of course! We had a brief discussion about this last night. The three of us were all of the same opinion: the people who attacked Debbie have probably moved on to another area, they are not the type to be up and about this early, in fact, they are probably sleeping it off under a bridge somewhere. Also, Detective Frank is so positive on his ID that I’m sure that he has officers monitoring their every move, in preparation to picking them up as soon as he has positive results from the DNA samples.”

“My goodness! It certainly seems well thought out. By the way, where does your mother work?”

“Enrique’s. You know, the restaurant. She’s like an executive assistant for one of the owners.”

Carmen’s eyebrows went up in surprise. “I’m impressed. That is a very nice restaurant.”

“Yes, it is. My dad is the other owner…”

That brought Carmen’s jaw down, she couldn’t say a word, she was so surprised.

Natasha smiled. “C’mon. Let’s get started. We have a lot of material to cover. Debbie, let’s start with the computer – log on to the ‘Net, I have lots of stuff to show you and your mom.”

Carmen moved between the two girls, wrapping an arm around each, guiding them to the computer setup. “You know, Natasha, if I ever had another daughter, I would want her to be you.”

“I’m sorry,” Natasha deadpanned. “I’m already taken…”

That brought both Debbie and her mother to laughter.

* * * * *

I arrived a little after 10:00. After I was let in, and the small pleasantries were exchanged, I sat in the back of the room and watched as Debbie and her mom showed shock at some of the pictures that were brought up.

After a few minutes, I suggested that we take a break. “I would like to get to know Debbie a bit better.”

We moved to the kitchen table, where Carmen asked, “Coffee? Soda? Water?”

I opted for bottled water, the girls naturally jumped on the sodas. “Tell me, Debbie, a bit of history about yourself. Then let’s go into what you desire for the future.”

“Gee, Barry. Where do I start? You probably know me as well as my parents!”

“Not quite, Sweetheart. I can make guesses, but I don’t want to guess with you. You don’t have to be specific – like I don’t need to know the date and time of your first step, or whether your first word was ‘Mama’ or ‘Dada.’” Debbie started laughing. “You know, things that you enjoy doing, where you have lived, past accomplishments, places you have visited, disappointments, boyfriends – both past and present – things like that. Then we can get into the future.”

She blushed, and then started. She really had quite a story to tell, once she got going. When she finished with the history part, Natasha got up. “Dad, as this is really interesting, can we continue tomorrow? I have to get to school…”

“Of course, Honey. You have a list of Debbie’s teachers?”

“Yes, I’ll stop by her school for her assignments. I may be a bit late because of that…”

“I can call the school, let them know that you are coming, and have her teachers have the assignments already prepared,” suggested Carmen.

“That would be a big help! I then wouldn’t have to wait while the teachers prepare.”

Natasha came to me, and gave me a kiss on the lips. “I love you,” I reminded her.

“Dad, I had no idea you cared,” she responded flippantly, heading to the door, bringing a chuckle from me.

“Let’s have an early lunch, and then we can discuss today’s lesson,” I suggested.

* * * * *

Carmen prepared a simple lunch, which I appreciated. We made small talk as we ate, occasionally laughing or giggling. I was happy that, for short periods of time, Debbie could be distracted enough to laugh…

When we finished, and Carmen had cleared the dishes, I asked Debbie what she had learned today.

“We started on some STD’s. I didn’t know that there were so many; that there were not any cures available of some, and that some were deadly. Oh, I knew about HIV, but I thought it was the only one. I was under the mistaken belief that STD’s could be cured with penicillin, or a like treatment (crabs).

“Some of the pictures scared me. I’m also scared about my own situation…”

“I, too, learned a lot from Natasha today,” Carmen said. “I swear! I think there ought to be a law requiring males to wear a condom 24/7!”

I burst out laughing. “That’s pretty drastic! However, condoms aren’t a cure-all. Knowledge is more powerful.

“Debbie, do you know what kind of knowledge I’m talking about?”

“I think that knowing about STD’s, and how they spread, is important. But, I don’t think that is what you’re talking about. I may have picked this up from Natasha over the weekend – I think you’re referring to knowing your partner!”

“Bingo!” I exclaimed. “You have been paying attention!”

“You and Natasha have been gently working me since Friday evening, haven’t you?”

“Yes.”

“It’s working.”

I smiled, and held my arms out to her. She climbed into my lap and laid her head on my shoulder, allowing me to hold her tight.

We were silent for a few moments – giving Debbie a chance to absorb this information – and file it for future use.

“Debbie,” I began, “you mentioned a concern earlier. You’re worried about your own situation.

“That is completely understandable. But, I want to ease your fears a bit. Dr. Marcy ran a preliminary check on you for the possibility of STD’s – she found none. Granted – it was extremely early. That is why she asked that you see her again next Monday. The tests that she will run will be much more extensive – and they will include blood tests as you did have open wounds.

“I, personally, don’t think you have anything to worry about in this area. Dr. Marcy knows what she is doing, and she is doing everything possible to protect you.”

I looked at Carmen as Debbie thought about what I had just said. “I hope that Debbie’s appointment on Monday is after school? I think that by then, she will be able to return to school, and I know that Natasha will want to be a part of the examination.”

“Yes, it is. I took that into consideration.”

“What if I’m pregnant?” asked Debbie. “I swear, I’ll abort any child of a rapist!”

“We’ll cross that bridge if and when we come to it.

“As you know, and it is quite obvious, Natasha is adopted. Where do you think she would be if her birth mother had opted for abortion?”

The realization of my statement brought Debbie’s hands to her mouth, she looked at me with eyes wide open.

“I’m not trying to influence any decision that you may need to make in this area. I just gave you food for thought, dear.

“Natasha and I are willing and able to help you through such a decision, if you need to make it.”

I leaned back, noting the time. “Natasha will be here shortly. I’ll leave, giving the two of you a chance to take a break and rest. I’ll come by to pick Natasha up around 6:00. Is this OK?”

“Perfect,” responded Carmen.

* * * * *

Detective Frank pulled up just as I arrived at Debbie’s house a bit after 6:00 that evening.

“I’m glad I caught you here, Barry! It will save me a stop at your place later…

“I have good news I want to share.”

Max opened the door after we rang the doorbell, expecting to see just me. “It’s two for one night,” I quipped, as we entered, surprising everyone there.

Detective Frank started, “I have good news for everyone.

“Debbie, the scientific evidence that you provided, and that we collected from the crime scene positively connected the three suspects that we were watching. We picked them up earlier today.

“After we produced the evidence that we have, they all confessed their involvement in your attack. They also admitted their involvement in the other two attacks. Even though they are copping a plea, they will spend the rest of their lives in prison, with no chance of parole.

“You will not need to testify in court, or re-live your experience for the sake of convicting these three low-lifes.”

Debbie stared at him, her mouth wide open. She then flew into his arms, giving him a powerful hug. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” she kept saying, over and over, with tears streaming down her face.

“This IS the reason I do this job!” Detective Frank said, as he swung Debbie around.

“I completely understand, Detective,” I said. “Beats the hell out of any regular paycheck I’ve ever received…” as I shook his hand.

Debbie’s parents expressed their appreciation. Before Detective Frank took his leave, he went to Natasha. “Natasha, your and your dad’s involvement helped to make this case. If you ever want to join the police department, you come see me. OK?” as he held his hand out.

She slapped his hand away, and then reached up, grabbing his head, and gave him a kiss full on the lips – taking the detective completely by surprise. “You can count on it! I have plans for my future – I just may take you up on that offer!”

Laughing, I put my arm around the surprised detective. “You should be more alert, Detective. If she were a witch, that may have been the kiss of death!”

“If she were a witch, she never would have gotten that close!” he replied, and then started laughing himself.

After the detective left, Debbie came to me. “Can I call Sue and tell her the news?”

“I dunno, Sweetie. Can you?”

“Oh! You adults are all alike! May I?”

“Of course,” I replied, laughing. I gave her my cell and showed her what buttons to push to chirp Sue directly.

She was bouncing up and down as she passed on the news to Sue. When she finished, she handed the phone to me. “Sue wants to speak with you.”

“Yes, dear?”

“If you and Natasha would hurry home, I have a special surprise for the two of you…”

“We’re on our way!” as I gave Natasha a wink. We left, after giving Debbie congratulatory hugs.

* * * * *

Holding hands, we were walking briskly, when Natasha asked, “Dad, is something wrong?”

“No, Honey,” I replied. “Not unless you think that we have been a bit remiss in neglecting Mom this past weekend – she knows it wasn’t intentional…”

“Oh.” She started to walk a bit faster.

As we entered the house, I stopped dead in my tracks – Sue was waiting in the foyer, stark naked. Her perky breasts were pointing straight at me, her nipples already aroused. She had a finger on her chin, head down slightly – in the classic coy pose.

“God! You are sooo beautiful!” I exclaimed, as I shut the door and went to her.

Natasha tore by me, ripping at her clothes, on the way to her room. She emerged, nude and aroused, just as I passed her room, carrying Sue, with her legs wrapped around my hips – we were kissing passionately as I blindly navigated our way to our bedroom. Natasha wrapped her arms around the two of us, making soft, murmuring noises.

I put Sue down, standing, and started to remove my clothes. She stopped me, saying, “I want to do that…”

I succumbed to her as she started to remove my clothes – kissing bare skin as she slowly revealed an area – nipping at my nipples, licking and caressing as she went. Natasha was gently massaging her shoulders and nuzzling her neck.

I swear, my rock hard cock literally jumped at her when she finally released it from my underwear – hitting her just under the chin. She immediately gobbled it up, putting me in pure ecstasy. Within moments, I exploded – sending stream after stream of my cum down her throat.

She purposely let a bit leak out, dribbling down her chin – Natasha was quick to clean it up for her.

I picked Sue up with a finger under her chin, until she was standing before me. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and said, looking me directly in the eye, “Don’t you ever forget where that came from!”

Chuckling as I remembered where she had first heard that phrase, I said, “There absolutely ain’t no way!”

I gently laid her on the bed and started with her ears, the side of her neck, tongue wrestled a bit, the small of her throat, working my way down. I spent time with her nipples, making sure that they knew I was there, and then down to her navel. She started a low moan as I worked a bit lower, teasing her clit for just a second before I went down one leg and up the other. Her juices were readily flowing.

Sue was out of control, grabbing my head and putting it where she wanted it the most. I happily obliged…

Within a few moments, and with a shrill shriek, she climaxed violently – arching her back. The only parts of her touching the bed were the top of her head and her feet. Her hands were behind my head, ensuring that I didn’t move away from the area…

She followed with several smaller orgasms, with me happily lapping them up. She collapsed, her chest heaving. I crawled up to be with her and said, before Natasha could clean my face, “I love you sooo much!”

Natasha cleaned my face, and the three of us cuddled, giving Sue a chance to recover. Natasha was gently stroking my cock, making sure that it stayed ready. After a few moments, Sue smiled at me indicating that she was ready. I rolled over her, kissed her gently on the lips, then went down and kissed her passionately on her pussy lips, causing her to gasp. I then entered, slowly. After lubricating my cock, I started with the long, slow strokes she loves so much.

Natasha straddled her mother’s face, offering her sweet pussy. Sue grabbed her daughter’s buttocks and ground her pussy into her mouth.

It wasn’t long before the three of us climaxed, and were gasping for breath. Natasha cleaned my cock and her mother’s pussy while I cleaned Sue’s face. We fell asleep in each other’s arms…

Chapter V

The following morning, I awoke to find all of us cuddled in the same position. Sweet! As I had to go to the bathroom, I gently tried to extradite myself without waking them. I was unsuccessful. “I’m sorry! I need to go…”

On my return, I found both of them locked in a 69 position. I smiled as I climbed into the bed, patiently waiting for them to finish.

And finish, they did! With a flourish! They climbed up to me, allowing me to clean their faces while they both stroked my rock hard cock…

I gently showed both of them how much I love them.

As we rested, I slapped Natasha on her fine ass. “ It’s getting close to your going to Debbie’s house for their lesson. You had better get cleaned up, Sweetheart! I’ll start breakfast – your mom and I will clean up later…

“Is oatmeal OK?”

“Yes, sounds good. But I need to talk with the two of you. Can we do that during breakfast?”

“Of course! Honey, you know, any time…”

Natasha came into the kitchen a few minutes later. None of us had bothered to put on any clothes. She poured our juice as I put bowls of oatmeal at each place setting, and Sue placed brown sugar, raisins, and milk on the table.

After each of us prepared our oatmeal to our own liking, Natasha started. “Mom, Dad? I know that the two of you love each other dearly. Dad, I was the happiest girl alive when you proposed to Mom.

“But, other than our going out to select rings, there hasn’t been any activity in planning a wedding. I’m a little concerned…”

Sue and I looked at each other. “She’s right, you know,” Sue said.

“Yes,” I acknowledged. “We should do something about that – now.”

Sue smiled, and got up. “I’ll be right back.”

She returned with a calendar, paper and pencil. “Let’s start planning,” she said looking at me. “I would like a small, intimate wedding this time – one that is meaningful. What do you think?”

“I agree. The people that know us know that we love each other inexplicably.”

“Great! Now for a date – what are you thinking?”

“How about December? Around Christmas, when Natasha is out for Christmas break?”

“Oooo! I’ve always wanted a December wedding! Natasha, when are you out for Christmas vacation?”

Natasha looked at the calendar. “We’re out on the 17th – Friday. We won’t need to return until Monday, January 3rd.”

Sue studied the calendar. “Christmas is on a Saturday. So is New Year’s Day. I don’t want either of those days. How about Saturday, the 18th?” she asked, looking at me.

I nodded, a slight smile appearing on my face as progress was being made so easily, and wheels were turning in my head.

“Alright! That’s settled. Now, where?”

“I have a time share in Hawaii – Poipu Beach, on Kawai (!), the garden island. It’s beautiful.”

Sue gasped, in complete surprise. She then flew into my arms. “Barry! Tell me! How did you know?”

“I didn’t. I just know you, my love.

“I’ll make the necessary arrangements this afternoon – Hawaii is 3 hours behind us.”

“My mom?” Sue asked.

“A gimme,” I responded. “She will stay with us.”

“What about me?” Natasha asked, softly.

I raised my eyebrows in mock surprise. “You want to go? Sue, did you have any idea…?”

“None whatsoever.

“Come to think about it, though, I do need a maid of honor…”

Sue was still in my lap. Natasha’s eyes widened as she realized what her mother had just asked of her. She flew around the table, almost tipping it over. She landed in our laps, tears streaming down her face. She couldn’t say a word – she didn’t have to.

* * * * *

Both Carmen and Debbie noticed something different in Natasha – there was a spring in her step, her face was glowing, and she appeared quite happy.

After a while, Debbie couldn’t stand it any longer. “Natasha! What is it? Tell me!”

“Oh, god! I don’t know how much longer I could have held it in!

“My mom and dad finally made their wedding plans. My mom wants me to be the maid of honor! We’re going to Hawaii Christmas!”

Debbie gasped, and then hugged her tight. Carmen came around and congratulated her, smiling.

The rest of the week passed without incident, except that Carmen had gradually gotten used to Natasha’s nudity. Debbie had embraced the style earlier, and Carmen appeared completely nude Friday morning, but she was a bit bashful.

“You have a beautiful body,” commented Natasha. “I can see where Debbie gets her good looks from – she’s well on her way to inheriting your beauty!”

“How can I have a beautiful body when it’s covered in bandages?” Debbie asked.

Natasha looked at her. “I don’t see any bandages…what are you talking about?”

Indeed, Debbie’s cuts had healed to where she didn’t need bandages anymore, and most of her bruises had disappeared, leaving behind some faint traces of her cuts and other wounds.

Debbie looked at herself and gasped. “I was so used to this – I completely forgot! Mom! I’m healing!” as she ran into her arms.

“Yes, Honey, you are. And Natasha and Barry are also doing a wonderful job with you – I’m starting to see my happy daughter again!”

Natasha put a hand on Carmen’s arm. “I don’t think it will be much longer…

“Debbie, I have to leave for school now. I won’t be by this afternoon – get some alone time with your mom, and your father later this evening. I’m also giving all of you a break this weekend. Go out together, do some fun, relaxing things. The world still turns!

“I’ll come by Monday morning and walk you to school. I’ll sit with you through a few classes before I will need to go to my school.”

Looking at Carmen, she asked, “You will be picking her up after school for her appointment with Dr. Marcy? I want to go, too. Will you wait for me if I’m not already there?”

“Yes, of course.”

Carmen came to Natasha and gave her a tight hug of appreciation. Natasha reached up and caressed one of her nipples, causing her to gasp. Smiling sweetly, she said, “There’s more where that came from. See you both next week!” as she left for school.

Chapter VI

Natasha walked Debbie to school Monday morning. As they entered Debbie’s homeroom, the class fell silent. They then rushed to Debbie, giving her well wishes. Natasha approached the teacher’s desk after making sure that Debbie was going to be OK.

“Good morning, Natasha,” she smiled. “It’s good to see you again.”

“And you, too. Is it OK if I sit with Debbie through a few classes before I have to go to my school?” she asked.

“Of course! You should go to the office and get a visitor’s pass, though.”

Natasha gasped. “I forgot about that rule! I’ll go right now…”

“Don’t worry – you have time. Homeroom lasts for 15 minutes. I’ll call the office so that they will have the pass ready. I’ll keep an eye on Debbie until you return.”

As Natasha entered the office, she spotted Pat, one of her favorite secretaries when she attended this school. She approached, saying, “Hi, Pat! Do you have a visitor’s pass for me?”

“Natasha! Yes, we do. It’s right here.” She looked around to make sure that they would have some privacy. “Natasha, I want you to know that I really appreciate yours and your dad’s help with Debbie. I, too, was a rape victim, although it happened at an earlier time in my life. It took me years of therapy to get over it. Debbie is progressing much faster than I did…”

Natasha put a hand on her arm. “Thanks. I’ll pass that on to my dad – he will appreciate it, too. Debbie is a fast learner – she’s like a sponge for information.”

Natasha returned to Debbie’s homeroom just as the bell rang, signaling that it was time to go to 1st period. As they went, Debbie received a lot of hands on her shoulders in a showing of support and well wishes. She smiled at each one.

Just before they got to the classroom, a young boy approached, cute, about 14. He had light sandy-brown hair, clear, fair skin, and was a bit tall and awkward – common for boys that age.

“Debbie, I – I’m sorry that I wasn’t there to protect you. I have been worried about you ever since…” as he hung his head.

Debbie put a hand on his arm, “It’s OK, John. No one could have foretold what would happen. It is not your fault – please don’t blame yourself. Natasha and her dad are a tremendous help right now – I will be OK soon.”

He smiled at her and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. “I have to get to class…” as he hurried off.

Debbie was smiling as she lightly rubbed her cheek.

“Boyfriend?” Natasha asked.

“Yes, but he doesn’t know it yet…”

Natasha was chuckling the rest of the way to class.

By the time 1st period ended, the news that Debbie was back was all over the school. She received more well wishes as we traveled to her 2nd period.

Another boy approached, sideling up to her. “Hey, now that you have some experience, you wanna spread some of that nookie to a real man?”

Debbie slapped him so quick and so hard that he dropped his books and papers, which scattered all over the hallway. As he raised a hand to his reddening face, and his eyes widened in surprise, Natasha stepped in between them, her eyes glaring and nostrils flaring.

She was about to deliver a kick where it would do the most good when he backed away and ran into the boy’s bathroom.

“Damn! You are fast! Are you OK?”

“Yes. But now I fear that I might be expelled,” Debbie said.

“If that happens, I’ll make sure that the newspapers crucify him and the people that expelled you! I will go all the way to the District Superintendent!”

She smiled wanly. “Thanks. I know I can count on you for support. C’mon, we need to get to class…”

By the end of the 2nd period, no one had summoned Debbie to the office. Natasha said, “I’ll walk you to the next class, but then I will have to leave for my school. I don’t think that there will be any more problems today. I’ll see you right after school, when your mother picks us up.”

Just as she finished, the boy that Debbie slapped appeared, right in front of them. Natasha immediately stepped in between again, ready for anything. The boy put up his hands, saying, “Please. No more.

“I want to apologize to you, Debbie. My mouth was not connected to my brain – it was somewhere else down south. If I could take back what I said, I would. I promise, it will not happen again.”

“To anyone?” Debbie asked.

“Yes.”

“Then I will accept your apology. Lesson learned. I am sorry, too, that I hit you…”

“I deserved it. I’m sure it was a natural reaction. I’m not saying anything to administration. You do not need to worry.”

Debbie smiled at him, and then we continued on our way.

* * * * *

Debbie did not have any further problems during the rest of the school day. Her mom picked us up as scheduled, and we went to see Dr. Marcy.

She had prepared some extensive tests, which included a pregnancy test, a birth control evaluation, and STD tests that included blood work. She also checked Debbie on her healing progress. It was a good 30 minutes before the doctor finished.

“OK, Debbie. It will be tomorrow morning before I get results from the lab. I will immediately pass these results on to your mom, and then send an official report to you.

“You are healing quickly – I’m attributing this to your youth and inner strength.

“Tests on the samples that I took from you indicate that the perpetrators did not have any STD’s – a real good sign.

“However, it will be tomorrow before I can say with conviction that you do not have any STD’s and give you a report on any status of a pregnancy.”

Debbie smiled. “Thank you, Doctor. I really appreciate that you – and your staff – care.

“You mentioned at your first examination that I was lucky – and you listed those lucky reasons.

“I want to add that I am extremely lucky to have you and your staff treat me.

“Thank you.”

They hugged each other.

Carmen drove us home. She was quiet. Debbie and Natasha were in the back seat together, comforting each other. Carmen asked, “Natasha, do you want me to drop you off at home, or are you coming to our house this evening?”

“Please drop me off at home. I think that you and Debbie need some quiet time together. I will come by tomorrow morning and walk her to school again. I think that we will continue this practice for the balance of this week.

“I do have a request, though. Please call me on my cell at 10:45 tomorrow if you have Dr. Marcy’s results. This time will be in between classes. I will then be able to pass that information on to Debbie before I have to leave for my school. We are both dying for that information.”

“OK.”

When Carmen parked in front of our house, she turned off the motor – something Natasha thought was unusual.

“Natasha, will you come up front for a moment – I need to hold you and talk with you.”

Natasha climbed over the seat, and sat with her back on Carmen’s shoulder, her head upraised, while Carmen wrapped her arms around her.

“Natasha, last Friday you did something that I have been unable to forget. I have never been with another female in my life. You awoke a fantasy of mine – one that I’ve had for years.

“Will you help me?”

Natasha raised a hand to her face. “It’s going to happen real soon. I just needed to know that you wanted it, too.

“I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon…”

* * * * *

The next morning, when Natasha and Debbie arrived at school, the rumor was that the boy that Debbie had slapped the day before would be absent the rest of the week. The story was that he was accosted by a tall, lanky, sandy-haired boy while he was on his way home yesterday afternoon.

The boy suffered two black eyes, a broken nose, a split lip, and several loose teeth.

It was only after the boy pleaded, “Please, I have apologized. It will never happen again!” that the attacker turned on his heel and walked off, having not said a word.

Authorities were unable to get any information as to the identity of the attacker. Not even from the victim.

Debbie and Natasha ran across John again between the 1st and 2nd periods. As Debbie and John chitchatted, Natasha noted that there wasn’t a mark on his face, but his knuckles were cut and bruised.

Natasha raised his right hand to her lips and kissed it. “It wasn’t necessary,” was all she said.

“It was to me.”

Debbie looked at the two of them, not quite comprehending. By the time they had reached her 2nd period class, she knew.

Natasha looked at Debbie and said, “He’s hooked. Now, reel him in!”

As Natasha was walking Debbie to her 3rd period, her cell rang – right on time.

“Hi, Natasha – Carmen here. I have some good news…Dr. Marcy reports that there are no STD’s and she is NOT pregnant!”

“That is extremely good news! I’ll pass it on to Debbie, but I don’t think that I have to – she’s reading my face and is already jumping up and down…”

Carmen was laughing and crying as she broke the connection.

They walked the rest of the way to class, hand in hand. By the time they got there, Debbie was crying softly. Natasha knew that they were tears of joy, but stopped outside of the classroom door and held her close. As the final bell rang, Debbie pulled back, wiping at her eyes. Natasha gave her a tissue and smiled. Debbie returned the smile. No words were exchanged – there was no need. Debbie disappeared into her classroom.

* * * * * 

That afternoon, Natasha met Debbie as arranged and walked her home. On entering, they found Carmen relaxing – nude – reading a book. She greeted them, and got up to fix the girls a snack – milk and cookies.

By the time the snack was ready, the girls were also nude. When they finished, they rinsed their glasses.

Natasha went to Carmen and took her hand. Beckoning to Debbie to follow, she led Carmen to her bedroom. She indicated to Debbie to sit on the top corner of the bed, with a pillow behind her, and to just watch.

Natasha kissed Carmen full on the lips, and, at the same time, started circling one of her nipples with a forefinger and thumb. Carmen gasped, and took Natasha’s head down to her breast, where she took the other nipple in her mouth. Carmen held her in place, starting a low moan.

Natasha laid her down on the bed, never breaking contact with her breast. She moved to the other, making sure that it, too, was aware of her presence.

As Carmen’s moans got a bit louder – and more insistent – Natasha moved a hand down to her mound, where one – and then two – fingers disappeared. Carmen grew even more insistent, starting to gyrate her hips.

Natasha wet her thumb on Carmen’s juices and started to stimulate her clit. At this point, Carmen was literally bucking against Natasha’s hand, emitting whimpers of pure enjoyment. Her breathing was heavy and fast – her chest was heaving.

Natasha removed her hand from Carmen’s mound, and, at the same time, stopped suckling her breast. Natasha moved her head down to Carmen’s navel – spending a bit of time there, allowing Carmen to slow down a bit.

Natasha rose up after a moment, and asked, “Are you ready?”

“Oh, god! Yes! Yes!”

Natasha smiled, and then licked her way down to Carmen’s mound. She gave a quick flick of her tongue to her clit, then moved a bit lower to her love canal, inserting her tongue as deep as she could and lapping her juices.

Carmen was now out of control – holding Natasha’s head in place, bucking against her face. Natasha then moved up to Carmen’s clit, and immediately brought Carmen to a violent climax – she arched her back, and emitted a shrill scream, “Aaaiiieeeee!!”

Carmen thoroughly wet Natasha’s mouth and face.

Natasha and Carmen cuddled as Carmen recovered.

“What do I do now?” Carmen asked.

“It’s simple. Making love is a responsive act. You want to do what will make your partner happy – in doing so you will make yourself happy. Nine times out of ten, doing what you enjoy will make you and your partner happy. It doesn’t matter what your partner’s gender is…”

True enough, within 20 minutes, Natasha was arching her back, climaxing all over Carmen’s face.

Natasha and Carmen again cuddled – this time Debbie joined them.

As they calmed down, Debbie had a question. “Natasha, that was beautiful. Can you make me as happy as you made my mom?”

“Yes, but only if you really want it…

“What you experienced is not what you saw here today. You will need to separate the two.”

“I’m doing that – I think that I am ready.”

“OK. Think about it some more – give it some serious thought. Discuss it with your mom. Tomorrow may very well be the day…”

Chapter VII

The next afternoon (Wednesday), Carmen had again fixed the girls a snack, and this time she joined them at the table. All were nude.

Debbie started, “I am ready. I want you – and I want to please you, too!”

Natasha smiled. “That’s what I wanted to hear – you were very positive with that statement – not a single ‘I think!’ Plus, you’re not thinking of only yourself.”

After the girls rinsed their glasses, leaving them in the sink, and threw away their paper plates, Natasha took Debbie’s hand and beckoned Carmen to follow as Debbie was led to her parent’s bedroom.

Carmen took Debbie’s place from yesterday as Natasha gently placed Debbie on the bed and embraced her. Debbie’s eyes were wide in anticipation.

Natasha smiled at her, and said, “I love you.”

That statement immediately eased any fear the Debbie may have been harboring. She smiled back, “I love you, too.”

As Natasha started, Debbie responded enthusiastically. In no time, she had a violent orgasm, thoroughly wetting Natasha’s face. Debbie was astonished, as she had never experienced an orgasm that was induced by someone other than herself.

She didn’t waste any time, though – she instinctively brought Natasha up and cleaned her face before starting herself. She was so insistent that it wasn’t long before Natasha thoroughly wet Debbie’s face!

After Natasha cleaned Debbie’s face, the three of them lay, cuddling – Debbie on one side of her mom, Natasha on the other.

“Well, what did you think, Sweetheart?” Carmen asked.

“Mom! It was so beautiful! I can’t believe the feelings, the intensity, the love involved.”

“Natasha did well. She has brought you over another small hurdle, bringing you closer to your real self,” Carmen said, giving Natasha a slight squeeze.

Natasha raised her head a bit, and looked at Debbie with a sly smile. Debbie nodded, and said, “Now!”

Each girl immediately went down on Carmen’s breasts, taking a nipple in their mouths. Carmen threw her head back with a gasp. “Girls! Debbie! Natasha!” as she grabbed their heads. But she didn’t try to remove them; instead she held them in place, arching her back just a bit in a bid to get more of her breasts into their mouths. Her legs spread wide, which both girls took advantage of, taking turns playing with her clit and sinking their fingers into her love canal.

In a few moments, Debbie couldn’t stand it any more – she went down to her mother’s mound and immediately started to give her a serious tongue lashing, causing her mother to buck against her face. Natasha straddled Carmen’s face, offering her sweet pussy, which she took eagerly, her hands on Natasha’s buttocks, grinding her pussy into her mouth.

Suddenly Carmen stiffened – then arched her back. “OH! MY! GOOOOOOODDD!” as she climaxed violently, followed by several smaller orgasms. This caused both girls to climax themselves.

As the three of them lay together, cuddling – gasping for breath, breathing heavily, with chests heaving, Debbie asked, “Well, what did you think, Mom?”

“I didn’t think a damn thing! I KNOW that I love the both of you!

“Did the two of you plan this?”

“No, we didn’t,” Natasha responded. “This is known as spontaneous love…”

The three of them were giggling when they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

About an hour later, Max, who was smiling down on them, awakened them gently. “Oh, my god!” Carmen exclaimed when she saw him. “Dinner!”

“Don’t worry about dinner, Sweets. Let me take you out – Natasha, will you join us?”

“No, thank you,” Natasha replied, smiling. “I’m sure that my parents have dinner started – it would be a bit too late of a notice. However, will you drop me off at home?”

“Of course.”

* * * * *

Thursday passed without incident, except that the three ladies had another serious lovemaking session.

As they lay cuddling, Debbie said, “Mom? I don’t know if you know, but I have always wanted to give my cherry to Dad. But, I need it to be OK with you…”

“I’ve known for some time that you wanted to do that – I just didn’t know how to approach you or your Dad,” as she gave her daughter a tight squeeze of assent.

“Let’s do this tomorrow evening, after he gets home from work,” Natasha suggested. “Let it be a surprise…”

The three girls made their plans, and then Natasha chirped her dad, asking to be picked up.

As they were walking home, Natasha said, “Dad, it’s going to happen tomorrow evening. Debbie wants all of us there…”

I nodded. “I was hoping that she would. Debbie is progressing a little faster than I had anticipated. Are you sure that she is ready?”

Natasha smiled. “She’s ready. She is definitely ready!”

Chapter VIII

The next evening, when Max arrived home, he found Carmen puttering around in the kitchen, completely nude.

“Come with me, Honey. It’s important,” as she led Max to their bedroom.

He entered their bedroom, and then stopped in his tracks. Debbie was smiling at him; Natasha, Sue, and I were there, also nude.

“What’s going on?” he asked.

“Debbie has a question for you,” I responded.

Carmen sat on the bed, with Sue, Natasha, and myself. Debbie led her father to the edge of the bed, where he sat down.

“Dad, it has always been my desire for you to have my cherry. I’m offering it to you, now. Will you accept?”

Max looked to me and then to Natasha. He then focused on his wife.

“Honey,” he began…

“Shh! I know – and I approve!”

Max then turned his attention to his daughter. “Sweetheart, I have always wanted you. It simply wasn’t my right to ask for your cherry. What you are offering – it is sweet music to my ears!

“But, I am worried that I might hurt you – especially after what has happened recently. I could never forgive myself if…”

“Max,” I said, “Just follow her lead – doing so will not hurt her!”

“Dad, I really want you – I need you. Please accept my cherry!”

He looked at me – I nodded. He looked at Natasha, who also nodded. He then looked at Carmen – his wife. She smiled her approval.

“Sweetheart, I love you with all of my soul. I accept.”

He stood up to undress. Debbie stopped him. “I want to do that.” She said it very simply.

Debbie began to undress her father, working slowly. She kissed and caressed the areas that she revealed.

Once he was completely naked, she took his cock in her mouth, burying it to the hilt – her nose was pressed tightly against his pelvic bone. She worked him, until he exploded in her mouth. She took every drop – when he finished shooting his seed down her throat, she smiled at him.

“That was wonderful,” she said.

“For me, too,” he responded. “But, now it is my turn…”

He laid her down on the bed, and started kissing and caressing…

She climaxed hard as he was working her clit – alternatively sucking it in, then circling with his tongue. She wet his face good.

He came up for a break, allowing Debbie to clean his face. After Debbie recuperated, she looked at her dad, and asked, “Are you ready?”

“Yes!” was the simple answer.

Debbie slowly impaled herself on her father’s cock. “Dad! You’re filling me up! It feels sooo good!”

After the two of them climaxed – together, with loud grunts and whimpers, they relaxed. Debbie still had her father’s cock buried deep within her. She was crying softly.

“Sweetheart! Did I hurt you?”

“No, Dad. Quite the opposite. I simply didn’t realize just how much I needed you to help me overcome what happened.”

Sue, Natasha, and I looked at each other, and then gave a three-way high five!

“Mission accomplished!”

Debbie had stopped referring to the incident as to “what happened to me” – she had isolated the experience to “what happened”, completely removing herself from the incident.

 Carmen joined her husband and daughter in their embrace.

Sue, Natasha, and I dressed. Natasha went to them –the three of them had tears rolling down their faces. Natasha kissed each; afterwards, she said that we were going to leave. As Max started to get up, Natasha said, “No! Don’t get up – we will let ourselves out…”

Chapter IX

The following morning, just a bit after 10:00, I received a call from Max.

“Hi, Max! How is everything?”

“Great, Barry! The three of us had another great lovemaking session this morning. I swear! I have never seen my wife and daughter so happy! You, Sue, and Natasha are miracle workers!

“But that’s not the reason I’m calling – Debbie has another request –“

“I know what she wants – we’ll meet you on the trail.”

“She wants you to bring Bandit, too.”

“I was hoping to…just give us a few minutes to get dressed.”

Ten minutes later, we met them at the junction where the trail meets our street. Debbie immediately began showering Bandit with praise and appreciation. Bandit didn’t know what for, but she took it all in – she has never turned down affection.

She looked at me. “You know I have to do this…”

I nodded.

All of us started walking, stopping every so often as Bandit needed to sniff the new news. Natasha and Debbie were holding hands, as was Sue and Carmen. Max walked with Bandit and me.

We stopped when we reached the area Debbie wanted to see. She stared at the clump of bushes for a few moments, not saying a word.

Carmen immediately caught on as to what was going on. “Oh, my god! Is this where –“

I took her hand; Sue was comforting her with the other. “Yes,” I replied.

“Honey,” she said to her daughter, “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Very sure, Mom. I need to.”

As she started forward, Natasha went with her. Debbie stopped. “Please, Natasha – I need to do this by myself.”

Natasha nodded and stepped back, with us.

Debbie approached the bushes slowly. When she was about halfway there, a doe and her fawn burst from the bushes, bounding across and then up the creek for about 50 yards before stopping to turn and look at us. They apparently realized that no one was chasing them. The fawn was just loosing its spots. A buck appeared, stepping between them and us, watching carefully.

The deer had startled Debbie, who had stopped dead in her tracks, bringing a hand to her mouth. She looked at them, and then at the bush. She smiled, and nodded her head, turning around and returning to us.

“If a mother and her child can find solace, security, and shelter in that clump of bushes, then everything is as God planned. They are beautiful. You were right, Barry – this is a beautiful place!”

I gave her a hug with one arm – Bandit had my other, and surprisingly, she was sitting calmly – I would have expected her to give chase, tearing my arm from its socket.

We continued with our walk, crossing the creek at the bridge, and then turning to head upstream. We had gone perhaps a hundred yards when Debbie again stopped, pointing to a house across the street.

“That is the friend’s house I was at on that afternoon. May I go and tell them that everything is all right?”

Her mother and father nodded assent, and she took off at a trot to their front door, where she rang the bell.

Her friend and her mother both answered the door and immediately a round of hugs were given to everyone. Debbie turned to us, and shouted “Natasha!” waving her arm to come.

Natasha looked at her mom, who said, “Go ahead, Hon.”

When she arrived on the front porch, we could tell that Debbie was introducing her. Natasha said something – all of a sudden the four of them were in a group hug.

When they returned, I asked Natasha, “What did you tell them that resulted in such a complete and instant hug?”

“Debbie was telling them that it was you and I who found her, and that we had been working with her ever since. I said that what happened was not their fault – I sensed that they felt partly to blame.”

“Good response,” as we started on our walk again.

By the time we reached the junction to their street, it was noon.

“Barry, why don’t y’all come over – we’ll do a BBQ? You can bring Bandit – I’m sure she would love the added attention, not to mention a bit of meat…”

I looked a Sue, who grinned and accepted.

Carmen started, “Honey, we don’t have anything prepared…”

“That’s OK – Barry and I will make a quick run to the store and get the necessary items. You won’t have to do a thing, other than be sweet! I admit – this is spontaneous – when was the last time you did something spontaneous?”

That comment brought Carmen, Debbie, and Natasha to tears, they were laughing so hard!

“Wha – What’d I say?”

“I’ll let Carmen explain it to you,” as I wrapped my arm around his shoulders, heading to his house.

* * * * *

When Max and I returned from the store, the girls were nowhere to be found.

“Where are the girls?” Max wondered.

“I’ll bet I know where they are- let’s leave them alone for a bit, while we prepare.”

Max went to start the coals while I put the sodas, beer, and water into the fridge. I opened one bottle of Merlot, giving it time to breathe.

Max came in, handing me some bowls. “If you would put the salads in the bowls, and seal them, and then put them in the fridge, it would be appreciated.”

Max began trimming and seasoning the roast.

We both finished at the same time. Max produced another couple of bowls – designed to hold chips and dip. We filled them up. Max went to the refer, and grabbed two beers and handed one to me. “Grab a bowl and let’s go sit outside on the deck – Bandit looks like she wants some company.”

“Better put these bowls out of her reach – she’s not picky!”

Max went to check on the coals. On his return, he said, “About 15 minutes before we can put the roast on. It’ll take about 2 hours…”

“No problem.”

We munched a bit, drinking our beers while we made small talk. I gave Bandit a few chips – she, of course, refused them (if you believe that, I have some oceanfront property in Arizona I need to sell…).

The girls appeared just as Max returned from putting the roast on. They were looking a bit flushed, but quite happy. As the afternoon was pleasant, the two girls had on sundresses, while our wives had donned their shorts and loose blouses. It was easy to tell that no one had bothered to put on a bra – I wondered about the other…

I didn’t have to wonder too long – Debbie came and straddled my lap, gently rubbing. It didn’t take long for a bulge to appear. I noticed that Max was having the same difficulty with Natasha.

Sue went and sat on the deck next to Natasha and Max, while Carmen came and sat with her daughter and me.

Debbie smiled as she realized the effect she was having on me. She then reached into my shorts, bringing out my cock, and putting the elastic waistband behind my nut sack. She then started to rub her pussy along my shaft – this is when I knew that she didn’t have on any underwear at all!

“Barry, there was another man I wanted to give my cherry to,” she started.

I shushed her, putting a finger against her mouth. “I’m honored. But you made the correct choice.”

“Thank you. I knew you would understand,” as she put her head on my shoulder.

Within moments, my cock had had all it could stand. As with a mind of its own, it popped its head into Debbie’s sweet young pussy, causing her to gasp and draw back, staring at me with wide eyes. My reaction was completely unexpected.

I smiled, reached my hands under her dress, and slowly drew her to me.

“Oh, my god! Barry!”

I held her tightly, allowing her to get used to me. Soon, she started to move, gasping. I snuck a peek at Natasha, to discover that she was riding Max’s cock for all she was worth. I smiled, and then returned my attention to Debbie.

She was so tight, so warm, so – everything!

It wasn’t long before I erupted, sending a good solid stream of my seed deep within her. The warmth of my cum caused her to climax, thoroughly soaking my cock.

We held each other for a few moments, and then Carmen separated us. She cleaned my cock, but kept a hand on it, stroking slightly, as she cleaned her daughter’s pussy.

When she finished with Debbie’s pussy, she returned her attention to me. She went down immediately, burying me to the hilt. Her nose was pressed hard against my pelvic area, bringing me to new ecstasy.

Meanwhile, Natasha and Max had finished, with Sue cleaning Max’s cock, and currently working on cleaning Natasha’s pussy.

When she finished, Max got up. “My meat is well done – I don’t want the same thing to happen with the BBQ!”

“Desert will be served immediately after dinner!” Sue said to his retreating back.

“I’ll be looking forward to that!” I said, as I grunted another orgasm down Carmen’s throat.

She made sure that she got every drop, nothing escaped. She rose, looked me in the eye, and said, “Thank you!”

“No,” I responded. “Thank you!” as I rubbed the back of my hand on her cheek.

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This is the third sequel to The Re-Education of Natasha series. I’m sorry that the story does start rather slow (from an erotica POV), but it does finish as it should. What do you think? Please comment, as I already have some notes for sequels and offshoots in the works. Your comments are welcome, good, bad, or indifferent. oralpleasingu@yahoo.com